You're Mine

*Not Famous*
Zoe and her cousin Niall have always been close, as close as they can be with Niall living all the way Ireland. When an unexpeected event brings Zoe to Ireland to stay with Niall, no one could have ever predicted what could've happened. Not only will Zoe fall for one of Niall's friends, she will be ripped away from everything she's ever known.


9. International United Airlines

"Honey, are you sure you can do this?"

My mom looks me over with weary, worried eyes. They dart from my damaged skin to my pained hazel eyes. She's so worried about me. I pull her into a tender hug and reassure her.

"Mom, I'll be fine. I swear. I'm going to have Uncle Bobby, Greg, Niall, and all his big man friends. Ill be fine."

She kisses my forehead gently. Tears are brimming around her eyes and my heart aches seeing her upset. I've only ever seen her cry three times. Once when her mom, my nonnie, died a few years ago. The second time was when my dad left us, and Saturday night was the third. When I came home all beat up and she had to take me to the hospital, she completely lost it.

"Now boarding the 1:15 flight to Dublin, Ireland."

She pulls be in for another tight squeeze and tells me she loves before letting go. Oh my God, I'm going to spend three whole months away from my mom. She's legitimately my best friend. What am I going to do with out her?

"Promise you'll call me every other night!"

She chuckles and grabs my hand, leading me toward the gate. Can I do this? Can I spend a whole summer away from my mom? And from Brandon? I hate the kid, but I'm going to miss his stupid antics.

"Ill call every night, honey. Don't worry. Now go, have a fun summer with your cousin. I love you Zoe."

"I love you too, mom. I'll call you as soon as we land! And tell Brandon to stay out of my room!"

She waves her goodbyes as the shuffle of the line pulls me away, toward the daunting jet. No, wait! Mom, come back! I don't want to go! Someones going to get me in Ireland! Hands collapse on my shoulders, and I nearly scream.

"You ready for the best summer of your life cous?!" "Damn it, Niall!"

I pound him on the chest lightly, catching my breath. His bright blue eyes shine in amusement, reaching all the way to his smile. His gaze moves from my dull hazel eyes to the purple skin around my cheeks. His brows furrow, causing his skin form deep wrinkles in his forehead. Its got to be hard for him, seeing me like this. His biggest goal in life was to protect me. I was like the little sister he always wanted.

"Heck yeah I am! Lets get on this plane before we miss our flight."

I make sure my tone is light and playful, trying to distract him from my decorated skin. He glances at my cheek one last time before the darkness in his eyes leaves. Now I know he's moved on. He'll never forget about it, like I won't, but he doesn't dwell on the subject. Something I'm grateful for.


"Thanks for flying International United Airlines! Please exit to the left in a mannerly order, ladies and gentlemen."

The over cheery, computerized voice drones on about how to exit the plane as I glance around. It's really not that hard, exiting a plane. There's one exit, you walk down stairs, and BAM. You're on the ground. Magic, right? 

The people in front of us stand up, getting out of their seats before their turn. The front row have only just barley got off the plane, and we're nearly the back row. These guys have at least another ten rows before it's their turn. 

"Uhm, excuse me? Sir? Mister!"

The guy shakes off my advances to talk to him, much to my annoyance. Niall shoots me a questioning gaze, eyes flicking to the guys, who are now unloading their carry on luggage.

"It' not their turn to go" I say a bit loudly, turning my gaze to the guys. 

I can tell my indirect protests to their early departure off the plane are starting to annoy them. The guy on the far left has his jaw clenched, and his hand wrapped tightly around his bag. He looks to be in his mid-twenties, hard jawline, deep brown eyes, dark brown hair in a Bieber-like style, strong. His biceps protrude from his white t-shirt, flexing as he squeezes his bag. In any other situation I would of found his extremely attractive. 

The other guy, closer to me, is nearly the exact opposite of Mr.Muscles. Tall, lean, wavy sandy blonde hair, softer jaw, softer features all around. His green eyes travel over to me, catching me staring. I quickly divert my gaze, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. 

"Something you'd like to say to us, sweetheart?"

I grab Niall's hand involuntarily, hearing the icy voice address me. He tenses up next me, glaring at the two guys. I raise my gaze to see Mr. Muscles towering over me, strength radiating off him. I grab Niall's hand tighter, fear rising in my stomach. Seth was half of this guys, I don't even want to think about what he could do to me. 

"Uh.. Uhm.. I-it's not your turn to leave yet" I manage to squeak out, eyes wide. 

He cocks his head to left and runs his eyes over my body, sickly smile rising on his lips. I drop my eyes in disgust. He just checked me out, and by the feel of Niall next to me, it didn't go unnoticed. His hand is tense in mine, not squeezing. I glance at him from the corner of my eye, and his jaw is clenched tight, along with his free hand. Normally shining blue eyes have taken on a certain darkness to them. 

"I'll tell you what. I'll wait my turn if I get to take you home with me, baby. What do you s-"

My hand comes down hard across his left cheek, leaving everyone in shock, including me. Oh god. What did I just do. My disgust for Muscles seems to over ride my fear of what he could to do in retaliation. We're in the middle of an airplane, surrounded by people. He wouldn't be stupid enough to hurt me in the middle of the airport. 

Muscles flexes his jaw, turning back toward me. With a wicked smirk on his face and fire in his eyes, he raises his hand and places it not so gently on my bruised, sensitive skin. I let out a small cry as he squeezed, sending shooting pain along the whole left side of my face. 

"Alright, mate. That's enough. Get the fuck away."

Niall abruptly stands up, and rips Muscles hand off my face. Grateful for the release, I crawl behind him tears brimming in my eyes. Niall stands between us, tense and pissed. Muscles has a few inches on him, and clearly out weighs him, but Niall knows how to fight and he's quick. 

"Oh, yeah? What are you going to do if I don't?"

Muscles taunts him, dropping his bag and turning his gaze toward me. His eyes yet again, travel up and down my body. I pull my knees up to my chest in an attempt to cover myself. I don't want him looking at me that way! So.. lustily! It makes me sick! 

"She looks good, mate. She looks like the kind of girl who likes it rough. The stuff I could do t-"

Niall swings, connecting hard with jaw. Muscles take a few steps back, shocked. Niall doesn't hesitate in swinging again, this time sending a hard punch to the gut. He doubles over in pain, letting out a groan. Niall sends one more punch flying, the same spot as the first, making sure muscles is down. 

"Anything you'd like to say?"

The other guy raises his hands in surrender and shakes his head furiously. I've never seen Niall like that. I mean, I knew he was strong, but not that strong. What happens if I make him that mad? What if he loses control of his temper? Right after we left Ireland, a few anger problems surfaced with him. 

Niall turns toward me, breathing hard, eyes still ablaze. I stare at him wide eyed, huddled in the corner of his seat, and watch the anger drain out of him. His breathing becomes normal again, eyes returning to nearly the same color as before. He holds out his hand to help me up, but I don' take it. Instead, I jump up and wrap my arms around his neck tightly.

"Thank you. Oh my gosh, Niall. Thank you" I gush.

He snakes his arms around my torso, chuckling.

"Ah, the bastard had it coming. You don't talk to girls like that. Especially if she's related to me."

I pull away, after thanking him one more time and notice Muscles is still on the ground. I can't help but let out a small laugh, seeing such a big guy crying on the ground. 

"That's what happens when you screw with Horans!" I shout at him, pulling Niall behind to get off the plane. 

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